Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -

401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—

569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds

179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…

It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…